Sam B.

My writing is a white room. Lacking color and details. I don't have a idea on how to fill the room with exciting colors and items. One day the room will be filled with bright and vibrant colors, also with awesome items. My writing is done in segmants just like a room, never done at one time. I have no ideas, just a blank paper waiting for the pencil to put its tip on me. Every once in awhile, a wall will be painted or a bed will be placed into the room. Staying up late on Sunday nights also represents my writing. Zero ideas to fill my room is what my head feels like during writing periods.

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